Chapter 77

Go back to that room to sleep first. Your father and I have been driving for cars and airplanes in the early morning. We are so tired that we can have a good sleep and have a good chat with your mother-in-law tomorrow! " My mother also yawned and her eyes were obviously unconscious.

I really feel a little distressed for my parents, said: "go to bed, sleep, it's late! Don't get up in a hurry tomorrow. Be sure to keep your spirits up. I'm still waiting for you to make decisions for me. "

"Well, go back to sleep. You won't be wronged if you have me and your mother!" My father is too lazy to open his eyes and seems to be falling asleep.

I went out of the guest room and stood at the door for a while. I didn't know where to go. There is a husband in the bedroom and a mother-in-law and an orchid sister in the living room. This family is really too small to have an independent space for me.

Finally, I pushed open the bedroom door, the bedside lamp was on, my husband half by the head of the bed with a good hand to turn over an old magazine, saw me come in, busy put the magazine on the bedside table, the body moved outward, and quickly arranged my pillow, very gently said: "sleep, did not have a good rest last night, long sleepy?"

I look at my husband, did not pay attention to him, also did not take off clothes, climbed into bed to lie down with his back to him.

My husband turned off the bedside lamp with a slap, and came to hold me with his good hand from behind and sniffed my hair.

"Let go I gave a cold order.

"Let me hold it for a while, just a moment!" My husband not only didn't let go, but held it tighter. The body tightly stuck on my back.

I raised my voice impatiently and said, "it's getting divorced. What do you want to rape me? Let go

The husband also raised his voice: "divorce is something after dawn, at least now we are still husband and wife Just cuddling is rape? Don't make a fuss. We'll hear it from the outside! "

"And you know you're going to hear Let go... " I struggled hard. I was afraid that my husband would hold me so much. The original determination of divorce would start to melt like ice meets the sun.

Before I like to let my husband hold me to sleep, so that I have a sense of security, sleep is particularly solid. I remember once he was on a business trip for four days. I couldn't sleep at night. I always felt empty around me. So, in the middle of the night, I got up to call him and told him that he couldn't sleep. He chatted with me for nearly an hour with his deep sleepiness, until I yawned and then hung up the phone.

"Ah..." Her husband suddenly cried out with pain. Although her voice was repressed again and again, it was not small.

I was surprised to know that it was the struggle when he touched his hand, and I became quiet unconsciously. At this time, my arm also suffered from a lot of pain because of struggle. The pain of tearing the scar was far more painful than when the knife was cut. What's more, the wound on my husband's hand was not the same. It was an unintentional collision, and the pain could be imagined.

My husband took a few breaths and saw that I was quiet. He hugged me carefully from behind. He begged: "don't move. Let me hold you well. I'll hold you once less!"

I bit my lips and didn't move. My heart was sour and I had an impulse to cry. But I held back, closed my eyes, motionless, let her husband hold.